Flashback.

Back in high-school, my Uncle Tom would pick-up my cousin, "Jen" from her school dances. And when he did, he'd arrive at the school gate shining a beam of light from a flashlight at the exiting crowd of students. He did this in order to make it easier for Jen to find him. Mortified, Jen asked her dad to stop bringing the flashlight. And stop he did. The next time Jen had a dance, Uncle Tom brought a broom. He twirled it above his head as if he were a helicopter. O.M.G.